And he said, “I told you there was a rock in my ear!”
My son is 35 now, but when my son was about eight, or maybe nine, he was on the playground of his elementary school, and underneath the playground equipment was little tiny pea gravel, I guess they call it. And my son got a piece of it in his ear, and he came home from school and he said to me, "I think I have a piece of gravel in my ear." And I said, "Well, that's ridiculous." And he, he said, "Well, I think I have a piece of gravel in my ear." And that was the end of it. He didn't say anything else. Couple of days later, he came up to me and he said, "Mom, I really think I have a rock in my ear." And I looked at him, and I said, "That's stupid." He said, "No, I think I have a rock in my ear." I said, "That's silly, you know, probably have wax in your ear." I looked. I didn't see anything. Oh, toward the end of the week, he came in and he said, "Mom, really. I have a rock in my ear and I need to get it out 'cause I can't hear out of that ear, and it's really starting to bother me. I have a rock in my ear." I said, "Well it must be hard ear wax. Let's -- I- I'll call the doctor tomorrow, and we'll see if we can get them to syringe your ear with some warm water and see if they can get the ear wax to come out." I said, "If you, if you've got that much in there, I don't wanna be the one that plays with it." My dad had ear wax. I figured he probably does have it. I figured I better not. And I did look, and I did see something that looked kind of like an orange blob of ear wax in there, and I thought, "Okay, fine." So we go to the pediatrician, and the nurse comes in, and she's got the syringe and this stuff, and she says, "I'm gonna" -- She tells him what she's gonna do and everything else. And she swishes the water, squeezes the syringe in, the water goes into his ear and into the little plate thing that she has that she's holding under his ear for the water to come…